There's peace when the events in your life start to unfold before you. Not the kind of unfolding where you just sit and witness the events, but rather, that kind when you kind of make sense of everything. Like the twist in the movies where you can't help but express your delight that you finally understand it. Or when somebody finally explains to you what actually happened. That feeling you get when you learn the answers to a question that's been haunting you the whole day, enough to cause you sleepless nights: that kind of peace. It's bewildering, really. Maybe because there's something about those events that reaffirms our connection to life. That we, despite our problems, can still make sense of our own lives, somehow. In the complexity that is human existence, we can still find it in ourselves to enjoy seeing the truth. When problems cease to be, and solutions and revelations ring true: that's when we really know we're alive, and that the...